I just finished a six-week fitness challenge with one of my favorite fitness influencers. It was through the Playbook app and included a bunch of influencers and their clients. I was excited. I was ready. I was feeling stronger. I was losing weight. I was doing the work. And then
A friend came over recently and told me a story about a family reunion. Not immediate family. Extended family through marriage. One particular relative, who was very well off financially, apparently spent the entire weekend treating everyone around her like unpaid staff. Not in some dramatic movie-scene kind of way.
(and keeping it in the background) I just got my blood drawn today. The usual fasting bloodwork. “Do you get dizzy or queasy?” the nurse asked. “Not from the blood draw,” I said. “But I have been known to get a little weak from not eating. I guess we’ll
At this point in my life, I find myself a little more focused on what—and who—I spend my time on. Not just who I see or talk to, but what I consume. What holds my attention. What I choose to stick with… and what I let go of.
It’s a fair question. I watched scary movies way too young. Halloween and Jaws terrified me. I’m talking cover-your-eyes, can’t-sleep, every-shadow-is-suspicious terrified. Naturally… they became my favorites. I watched the sequels, went to the theaters, and willingly signed myself up for nightmares more than once. Fast forward
There was a time when I treated flare-ups like an inconvenience. Something to push through. Ignore. Override. Take the meds. Keep moving. Stay productive. But my body doesn’t negotiate like that. When I ignore the signals long enough, it doesn’t whisper anymore. It takes me down. And maybe
My mom is here visiting. She’s 81 years old. She still works twenty-something hours a week. She books her own flights, takes trains, calls Ubers, and travels to see all of us kids without fanfare or needing applause. She simply does it. And when she gets here? She immediately
The weather shifted a little, and I found myself outside more. Walking the dogs longer. Not rushing back in. Just being out there. And now I’m about to start dock jumping with my dog, Yeti, this week, which feels equal parts fun and chaotic—but also like something I
This past week, I almost lost my mind over something that should have been simple. Formatting. A manuscript. A book cover. I even hired people to do the formatting. I was working with a finished product! But it kept failing. getting rejected. Nothing dramatic. Nothing life-altering. And yet… it was.
The hummingbirds are coming back. I haven’t seen one yet this year, but I know it’s close. There’s a certain shift in the air this time of year. The mornings feel a little different. Lighter. Like something is about to begin again. Last summer, they were everywhere.
The house has been quiet lately. Not in a bad way. Not lonely exactly. Just… still. There’s something about that kind of quiet that brings clarity. Without the usual distractions, you start to notice what’s been sitting there all along—your boundaries, your energy, and what no longer
The sunrise didn’t do anything special this morning. It was the same light, the same quiet, the same start to the day. But it was different. Different colors, shapes. The temperature and the thickness of the air. It's here in the morning, that I like to dwell.